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Hello HR peeps. I’m currently trying to break into an HR role from retail, preferably as a payroll clerk or specialist.
I have my Bachelors in HR Management and Marketing and 8 years experience dealing with all sorts of HR functions at the store level of retail, but I’m considering getting a certification to put behind my name because and I wanted advice from y’all on what’s more worth it, SHRM or CPP? Two very different things, but I wanna make sure I’m getting the most bank for my buck on a cert.

So firstly, what would cause a GPU to disable on its own in device manager?
Long story short: Was playing a game, system locked up freezing, coming back for a second, then freezing again, task manager opened a couple of times but couldn't get a proper look as it was not responding (like whole system). Still had picture on screen, could hear voice chat of game in background.
Hard powered off my system using button on case, turned PC back on again. Was gonna shrug it off but then GPU RGB wasn't on - which was weird, system felt laggy. Went to check temps in HWINFO and GPU wasn't even there, opened GeForce Experience and it acted like I hadn't installed drivers - so checked device manager and my 4090 had the option to enable LOL? So, I enabled it, restarted my PC and now everything is working fine.
What was that? Why? Someone on another post mentioned a failing PSU. I am pretty sure all cables plugged in all the way and I think the temps were fine.
Full specs:
Palit GeForce RTX 4090 GameRock OC, 7800x3d, 64gb corsair dominator, asrock steel legend x670e, Corsair iCUE H150i ELITE LCD XT, 360mm All-In-One, Seasonic Vertex GX 1200w, NZXT Vertical GPU Mounting Kit in the H9 Flow.
So weird man. Anything you recommend I check or do? Everything is updated etc.

I feel like I'm in such a weird (but probably common?) position right now. I'm currently going to college full time, hoping to finish up my associates degree this fall and transfer to a university. I recently (stupidly maybe) applied to jobs since my partner was as well since he just graduated, hoping I could find something simple and part-time to help him with bills. I came across an administrative assistant job at a counseling office, part time monday-friday, and got excited since I'm studying to be a therapist and this would be great experience for me. In all honesty though, I didn't think I'd get it.
Welp, I've got an interview for it tomorrow. I'm really putting my all into getting it, from getting a reference from two of my teachers to even studying interview questions for the specific job. But the caveat is, I'm so terrified to get this job. I'm so afraid I wont be able to manage my GPA while working, and looking into an administrative assistant, it seems like a ton of work that I'm pretty sure I could do but its just. A lot.
I have a lot of fear surrounding job performance as well. Everyone around me tells me I'm super qualified, my partner has heard me on the phone with customers and has told me I handle them very well. I've had customers tell me they like me specifically. I'm good at organizing my time and making sure I know everything that needs to be done. Even with this though, I feel like I'm terrible at every job I take. I try my hardest at every job and I still end up being worse than someone else who just seems to know everything better than me or be better friends with everyone at work than I am. It doesn't really help that in the last couple of years I've been continually getting into seasonal or closing companies, so it's been hard for me to get well adjusted into any job I've had in such a short amount of time. This even further adds to my feelings of inadequacy.
What I'm even more worried about is, I'm trying so hard for this job, and if I get it, what if I'm just shit at this job too? What if I try so hard to be good, end up being un-knowledgeable just like the last time, and then further drive home my incredible fear of never being a good enough worker?
I've been feeling so good about my work in college, constantly on top of all my school work obtaining a 4.0 GPA and feeling confident, and I'm afraid this is just going to further piledrive my perception of myself.
Sorry for the ramblings, I'm just feeling incredibly anxious about something I feel is a little bit stupid. Have any of you ever felt this before?

P.S please seek out help to me, or call your loved ones if you notice these early signs.
Marriage with you was my happiness but prison was already the big red flag that I ignored the moment I knew you 8 months ago. I had it wrapped around my finger, mistakes were bound to happen on our journey but going out to go do cheating was never & ever will be on my list. An 18 year old girl and a 22 year old man. I pushed you to do the best but even the ‘your happiness is my happiness’ did not want to align in your mind. For nearly 8 months your inner hidden subconscious led you to believe I was jealous of you. Jealous of your trading currencies, jealous of your looks, jealous of your job, jealous of your successes & passes, jealous of your money. I made mistakes most of these people were my old friends who i left without a word for you but I am not a try to impress girl, i never was & i never will be. All i wanted & asked for were flowers not a daily bags of expenses from you. I only wanted you to be kind and have a nice tone. When you love, you do love hard but your hatred and want to hurt me surpasses your love for me Murad, you never ever wanted to forgive me Murad but I have and I still do. Since i met you i’ve been on fight or flight mode, I fear you but im not scared of you anymore, but this is still your nature from a little baby to a grown man entering his prime years. You will not change or learn Murad. Changing does not mean praying 5 times and reading Quran. You still managed to fit another woman from another country in our marriage, forget the relationship it was haraam. I never done that Murad. I didnt keep a man on my iMessage or WhatsApp in our marriage. You love money, sex & drugs. It’s what you worshipped since young. That is your qismat. The difference is I had my reason not excuses for my mistakes but you had no reason or excuse Mo because that is in your blood it is how you were born and grew up. You became the waste end product of this emerging environment. I was never the way I was last year Murad, when I was 8, I was taking my shoes & clothes off on roads in my country to give to the poor children, I stole biscuits from my grandmother’s corner shop and was smacked just so I could to give to the orphans whereas at 9 you were smoking weed, having intercourse with women & carrying zombie knives in your pants, leaving a gun in higham hills park or St james park. And if i met men before you and wanted to conceal it you rip my throat off and attempt to take my life? Your story does not deserve to be told in schools Murad, your story is not a life lesson but a facade because you have not learned your lesson, you just become more & more proud about your old ways. You know why? Because I know you don’t regret it Murad, a person who regrets their deed does not boast or feels proud, the man who is regretful of his past actions asks for forgiveness, conceals the sin and moves on. The real reason why you boast about your case is because you were controlling the city’s drug supply. You love control & you love power. Do you know what happens to the elite above when they have so much money, do you know what is above money and below Dajjal? Power. You love power & being in control of your family, friends & wife. That’s how you’ve created your trust issues as well as your own fake army. People can’t be honest around you because you’ve pre built a foundation of fear Murad through your tone, words & agression. Control yourself before you control those around you. That’s the dynamics of it. Stop instilling fear in people to get your stomach full. I have the right to diagnose you with this, you have borderline personality with narcissistic personality and a lack of empathy; a result of your traumatic past experiences so Murad prove my point you don’t trust anyone else to handle my mistakes and forgive me or try to understand me unless you handle my mistake the way your revengeful gut wants to hurt and deal with me. I’ve made mistakes but my love was stronger than me hurting you, we always found each other when we needed each other the most. But that fell off when we got married, you chose friends over your wife waiting for you for 5 hours at home, and coming home to find out you have a secret girlfriend from a week in our nikkah. I forgive you Murad. How do I go to my class with other 18 year old girls knowing I married the lover of my life who nearly ended my life nights previously? How do I deal with this ? Im very mature and I don’t feel my age but somewhere in me is still 18.
You moulded me into a liar because of fear & you moulded me into a broken girl because of your past experience and mistakes i did and you did. Murad I didn’t care that you had no money. My vision is slowly settling into my system and I think the women, family and friends around you is okay with you making & spending haraam money but not me Murad. Just like how you did not like some of my ways and I changed even if i stumbled and made silly mistakes half way or when we ended but i did not like some of your ways and you didn’t change. I didn’t meet anyone. In fact Murad you are my worst nightmare. i ignored all your mistakes every one but little i knew, one day shut me down as if i was your biggest mistake. I put you in your place and you have never had that and neither have I been forced in that position, but yet i still cared if i had money just like when you were at work all day I begged my mother to send me money so my husband can have food in his belly from my bed. I went miles for you but then so did you. You crossed the line on 08/06/2024. You suffocated me with a pillow, grabbed my throat so hard I could not breathe, held a knife at my throat and bruised me, smacked me right on my entire left face and nose, attempted to throw me across the balcony in a tightening grip. I tried to hide the bruises from you, but my arm were in so much pain that when you threw me around I had to let the pain escape my mouth. Murad you ruined an 18 year old girl’s life, Murad I didn’t deserve it at all Murad you tainted and left a big stain by destroying me. Murad you are my biggest mistake but was not your biggest mistake & if thats what you believe then one day you will face the consequence of how big of a mistake I was to you like you said because i never physically, intentionally hurt you behind or in front of you. Its okay, I won’t let your mother or your family know what you done to me because God is the one who delivers justice, not me Murad. I bit you and slapped you so hard because you deserved it at that time, but did I deserve what you physically, mentally and intellectually put me through? Murad i was reading my Shahadah that night in your arms. I was really scared, I’ve never felt that scared. I was shaking. My body was shaken. My mind was shaken. My heart was shaken. Murad you gave me PTSD & trauma, you left me neglected and abused many times but I accepted you for you. I now have to go therapy and take medication Murad just because I hid talking to men in my past and you punished me in a way Allah’s mercy wouldn’t do. I did not cheat on you & I payed my truth in blood when I slit my wrist to prove to you that I did not cheat & or sleep with any men, I was a virgin Murad, but you accused me of the worst Murad in front of everybody Murad. You should have shot me in my heart there because thats where I hurt the most, it’s not fair. Murad If you’re reading this and think you are still a good kind man after what you done to me then prove me wrong, find that goodness seed inside of your heart and hold on to it and believe me for once Murad you know that man was lying to destroy us & it worked.
The night that traumatic night occured, my father previously mentioned to my mother ‘ this girl will die in his hands’ my dad predicted this action.
But that was not enough, your end goal was to murder me & you have. I died that night Murad, you broke me into pieces before and tried to kill me but the night on the 08/06/2024 you murdered me & I did not deserve a pinch of it. I constantly pleaded with you softly, I begged you to stop and stop hurting me that night. Murad do you know what hurts me ? Is if my father witnessed with his eyes how much you mashed my body so much with my face into the bed and wall with your hands & weight, you suffocated and tried to kill me with your hands Murad, I would die before i let my father witness you choking his daughter, history has repeated in your family and someone will do this to your daughter Murad and this time i promise you will see it happen in the moment and that is when your world will end. I didn’t meet anyone when we were together. Murad i promised you my time will come one day when i’ll make you face & understand the consequences of your abusive actions forget words. I won’t punish you, what is gone before is long gone & all you have now is the result of your actions. And that will be my last remembrance of you, you won’t see my face anywhere, you wont hear my name anywhere & you won’t find my anywhere. Murad you are not a man, you are not a stay.busy17 man either and you are definitely not a money motivated man. You sit down on your bed more than you get to work. I do not stand for revenge Murad so destiny and god will restore justice for my silence & sufferings that I faced all alone in your house. I had nobody. Nobody Murad. It was just me And God in your house. That night you nearly ended my life, i repeatedly said to myself ‘Papa please help me God please help me Papa please help me God please save me’ Murad when someone is in so much pain God takes away the pain not by ending their life but by taking their soul out of their body for a few seconds to relieve the pain. I did not meet anyone. My ‘revenge’ is not violence nor revenge itself, my revenge is God, only a taste of your medicine Murad, I will disappear out of your life so quietly without notice because you hurt me more than you love me. Life is not a game, but you are the one who chose this game to play so you’ll play it nicely now. The evilness inside of your eyes that night is something I will never forget. All I wanted was for you not to do drugs in our marriage. In the UK, 75% of ex-inmates reoffend within nine years of release, and 39.3% within the first twelve months, If you are reading this and wondered why I have written this there then you have guessed right,
because you a 22 year old man attempted homicide on an 18 year old girl through grievous bodily harm (GBH), strangulation in form of abuse, with evident body bruises on arm, face, inner thigh and chest/neck. Men like you Murad, they call you strangles. You are most likely to become killers in almost every situation & It is scientifically proven that if you strangle me and if i stay you WILL eventually kill me. My parents were right on their conscious prediction. My life never has and can not be trusted in your hands.
This is only 30% of everything. The rest I will keep to myself.

So, I got my Bachelor's in Human Services recently, and I have been working in Human Services field for about 3 years now. I really like it. I however, am looking for more money in the field. It seems like the next step in counseling, like getting a CDCA or LMSW, but I really can't imagine myself as a counselor. I'm willing to get a Master's, but am unsure of what do go for? I know I cannot work with child/fosteCPS due to health issues/danger. I like working in the addiction field, but wouldn't mind mental disability clients, or medical. Just not kiddos. I'm feeling a tad aimless and I'm not use to it after all this schooling lol!
Has anyone else here worked as a social worker, and if so what was your "next step" after getting your degree?

https://www.healthxchange.sg/news/study-1-in-150-children-in-singapore-has-autism

One in 150 children here has autism, a higher rate than the World Health Organisation’s global figure of one in 160 children.
This comes as more pre-schoolers here get diagnosed with developmental issues. There were 4,400 such children in 2014, a 76 per cent jump from the 2,500 children in 2010.

Working in the tech sector I can confirm this as we have more and more siao lang coming in with utterly moronic issues. One guy kept complaining his computer casing got scratch and kept insisting we change it over and over again until it's perfect. Another kept hearing noises in his CPU fan even though 10 other people verified there's nothing.
If this is due to more widespread diagnoses in 2014 I wonder what the numbers in 2024 are now....

This might be long so bear with me. I (21m) started fearing about my health around 5 or 6 months ago once I started to have weird chest pains for no apparently reason. I went to the ER back in February, had some tests done like ekg, chest x ray, I-stat blood test (not a great hospital), and was eventually released a few hours later saying it was gerd.
Went to my regular physician a few weeks later to follow up, he gave me more in depth blood tests that came back normal and diagnosed me with costochondritis (chest wall inflammation). It gave me some reassurance but eventually that passed and I kept having anxiety about these pains. I asked my doctor for an echocardiogram to give me more peace of mind and he told me to meet with a cardiologist. Had another ekg and echo eventually done all coming back normal. Over time the pain was getting better, some good days, some worse, but I chalked it up to the musculoskeletal issue my primary care doctor said before
Fast forward to today and I woke up with some minor chest discomfort which I didn’t think much of it. I eventually decided to take my blood pressure because I just felt off. It came back with a normal pressure reading but it said irregular heart beat detected. I tested my bp 5 times within the span of an hour and 3 of them said it was detected. This is the first time I’ve ever gotten that reading and it’s scaring the hell out of me. My mom tries to tell me not to worry and all the tests I had would have showed if I had a heart problem but nothing makes me feel at ease. Instead of all the tests I’ve had done I think about the ones I haven’t had (stress test ekg, ct angiogram, troponin levels) and if it would have been caught by one of them.
I used to be very social and physically active but I’m scared to death of doing anything physically demanding or going places for a long period of time in fear of something happening. If I do go anywhere I find myself googling if there’s a hospital nearby in case something happens. This was more of a vent session but if anyone has any tips on how they manage their anxiety please let me know

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This is just a rant and maybe a request for advice, but my friend “Cameron” has been looking for a therapy job and took one at an ABA center, I don’t know if they will be a therapist or a case manager or whatever, I just know they’ll be working with child clients. I am autistic and I don’t think I’ve fully discussed this with Cameron but I think they know. I never went through ABA but I know how traumatizing, horrible, and downright abusive it can be for people, and I’m definitely against it. Cameron has not had the exposure to the ND community that I have, but I don’t know if I’m close enough with them to bring it up at this point after they have taken the job (we live in different cities now so I don’t see them as often). The job market is horrible and this is their first job out of college. If I had known Cameron was applying to this job I would’ve said something before. Cameron is a good person and good with kids, but I know you cannot be a “good” ABA therapist and I don’t want them to become indoctrinated to those practices themselves. I’m not sure what I can do or say without sounding unsupportive…

long read, sorry.
i graduated highschool in 2021, and i immediately went to college that fall as an education major. i have/had a very good scholarship, and i stayed home and went to my local university. (which is a big school but regardless i saved money- tuition was paid for)
i started going into classrooms with real kids and realized i could not be an educator in this society. after reflection, i realized i had only picked education because i was a product of severe academic validation and wanted to stay in education because that is all i knew. i do not like youth.
for textbook and living money, i worked at a kennel part time while in college, and i really loved it. i started working in the vet industry full time as a kennel tech over the summer, and then decided to try biology and then maybe go to vet school. i definitely love animals and could see myself doing this. (at the time)
then, i ended up withdrawing from classes that semester, i was working over 40 hours a week and only making it to lecture, and then going back to work. did homework on break and was so stressed. i got overwhelmed, and decided to try to go to school full time after getting some help for the burnout. (i tried to ☠️) i figured i could just come back to the vet industry once i was healed.
so the semester goes by, and then on more of a whim, i actually switched to business because i didn’t want to be in debt going to vet school, or move far with no support (vet school is nowhere near me), and i didn’t really want to be a vet either. i loved being a kennel tech and working hands on with animals, so i started doing business in case i could do kennel or vet practice management.
however, after leaving the workforce, i got some unexpected medical bills from mental health treatment that i sought out during my time of crisis and i became pretty in debt. i thought i had covered my bases, but i had to pause school for the time being, and i started trying to work again. i had the HARDEST time finding a job. the economy had tanked.
not just in the vet industry, but everywhere. i could not get a job to save my life. i was applying nonstop for a few months. finally, i got a job through someone i knew and only got part time employment in a pharmacy as a tech.
i knew i didnt want this permanently, but i have spent over 7 months working there because my debt was eating me alive along with the costs of living. i feel like i have barely put a dent in any of my debt because of the interest, but i could not find full time employment anywhere or for a good hourly rate where it would be worth it.
i have not been able to pay off the debt yet, which i planned to do, and then go back to school. but, life. and part-time only employment. i couldnt even get a serving job.
i started applying again and again to find something. FOR MONTHS. i know i have no degree and short term jobs, so it was very hard.
finally, i just got an offer and i start next week at an office job making a pretty decent wage entry level. i will be out of debt in a few months, by budgetting and staying on track. FINALLY.
it feels like i am an extreme failure because of how behind i got in college/careelife. i am supposed to be graduating in 2025, but now i only have about 70 credits total for a business degree pathway due to me changing so often, and stopping.
i have let go my dreams of working in the vet industry. there are very few opportunties in my area, and they are very labor intensive and the schedules are intense. overtime required, holidays, etc. it is a hard job. very emotionally taxing, and while i would love to, i need to have more life balance. i want to enjoy the life i have worked hard to heal.
i am thinking about finishing my business administration associates degree. i have 6 classes left, and i can get them done at a community college here in one semester. it is online as well. i am making myself get out of debt completely before even considering this. but i need to work and be able to finish as well, because i can’t repeat old mistakes. anything could happen, and it is hard to find a job. i can’t start over.
the office job i have gotten is a small business in my area, who has been here for 20+ years. they specialize in autoloans, and they offered me 32,000 anually with no degree. they said that is entry wages and there is a lot of room for growth. after lots of research, majority of the company has been there 5+ years.
AFTER GETTING OUT OF DEBT, i am pretty sure i want to spend one more semester buckling down and getting my associates because i would like something completed. i need something to have under my belt. but what career path do i have beyond that?
i have already really been impressed with this company, despite not even physically starting. it really sounds somewhere i can grow and i have since realized i want to stay somewhere longterm and build stability. it seems the only way i can protect myself.
but what options do i have to fall back on with a as in ba?
i really feel too nervous to think about finishing my bachelors, i have had so many setbacks it feels like. school and work together is a lot to balance, and i can stomach a semester but maybe not more years.
i graduated with a 3.9, 1300 sat score. i had a full ride scolarship, and i still have a 3.4 overall gpa in college. i am smart, but i lost all direction and confidence. is this smart the path i stumbled down? what would you do going forward if you had these circumstances?
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I'm a designer student, and my university provides Adobe products, but only in person, which doesn't covers all my needs, since I can't manage to have time to go there so earlier to do my projects (I live 1h30 from there). I'm not able to buy their subscription yet, nor buying affinity's products (I plan to do so, but the university won't wait me having money to afford it). I'm no so into pirating anymore, mainly because I don't want to destroy my new macbook. Since I really need it, I'm opening an exception to this case, tbh, I just wanna study. I know that are there good sources on megathread, but I want to avoid them the maximum as I can, considering that pirating needs some risk even with these safe sites and groups. Then, I've met Adobe Zii, which, as far as I understood, is safer than downloading an cracked software, because it exploits something in official's adobe products - please, let me know if I'm mistaking. But I have some questions about it, which I couldn't answer searching on internet so far:

1. Is adobe zii still safe? Because, for whatever reason, the project it's got old;
2. Is adobe zii still working? Mainly concern of first question. I've seen a lot of people dealing with issues trying to follow the steps, but, the ones who could do it might be a majority which doesn't speak;
3. I know that issue on pirating adobe on mac, but I've heard that it's not a reality with older than 2022 versions.

Thank you all for any tips and answers! OBS: I haven't posted on AdobeZii because they might be biased about it

Kia ora
I’m a U.S.-born transplant to NZ. Mum of three, with oldest at school and youngest 21 months old. I have two bachelors degrees from a university in the US but no appreciable career path. I came to NZ pregnant and worked in a cafe for a few months until baby was born. I’ve done hospo intermittently since then and currently work about 18 hours a week in the evenings as a waitress around my husband’s job. Daytime I am with my two youngest who are preschoolers.
Looking for advice about what others have done. I’m considering studying a trade or even a certificate in IT. We are renting in the Wellington region and hoping to eventually be able to buy a house. So I do consider the path of earning the best wage possible while not having awful hours.
Any advice or perspectives out there from others in similar situations? Thanks in advance.

Dear NRI Bondhas
I hear horror stories about healthcare in the US.. like the costs and appointment times mainly. How true are these, and how does a common man even hope to avail these in case they need the healthcare? For example a few things I heard

• okay x ray and 2d echo ki it costed 2k dollars after insurance. India lo it might cost around 2k rupees, without insurance
  
• pregnancy lo it costed 10k dollars. No complications, a normal c section. Bangalore lo it would cost between 50k-1.5 lakh max
  
• oka emergency visit for my niece when they had some scare, the visit costed them 1800 dollars just for the visit- turns out it was a false positive and the doctor barely spent 10 mins with them
  
• root canal ki 1500 dollars. India lo thopu dental clinic lo it may cost around 20-25k
  
• appointment time of 4 months for a specialist when a friend had a ligament tear. 4 months he had to manage without treatment, only on tylenol. Ikkada max to max 1 week lo most specialists appointment dorikestundi, unless they are some aiims etc. and after 4 months i am sure he would be charging some 1k dollars for 15 min consultation
  

I know income is also high, but akkada insurance tarvata kooda manam pay chesedi india lo insurance lekunda pay chese amt ki 5-10x vintunna. This is after the insurance which itself is apparently like 10-15k dollars per yr.
Inta crazy expensive unte asalu how can anyone in the US even afford healthcare?
Naaku maa office nunchi US offer okati vachindi. I want to go for a few yrs for the exposure, kaani healthcare gurinchi vini bhayam avutundi.
How real is these numbers and how do people manage if they had to visit the hospitals

Hi ! This is one more post of a series whose aim is to share the Monogatari short stories that hadn't been translated into English yet. Except that one already was. Whatever.
Short stories masterpost here, updated regularly to show our progress with the translations.
 
 
Today is a re-translation of Hitagi Throwing (by Tigoris), a rather long short story, published in the Heroine Book #5: Senjougahara Hitagi. This one is among the most interesting short stories : it is about Suruga remembering her first meeting with Hitagi at the age of 12.
Once again, the previous translation was very old, and I wanted to make sure we had a better version for the short stories book.
 
 
As someone who has been devoted to Senjougahara Hitagi for some years now, it feels like a betrayal of some kind to say something like this, but when I first met her as a first-year in middle school, the impression that I had of her was not exactly a positive one.
 
To be more specific, one might say that it was a negative impression.
 
I thought, “Just who is this girl?”
 
If it’s okay to be a bit more informal, then my more exact thought was, “This girl’s bad news.” Now, I’d like you to cut me some slack here, because at the time I had only just graduated from elementary school, and I was, in appearance, personality, ability, and intellect, a brat of a meager 12 years of age.
 
However, I will also firmly say that Senjougahara-senpai was not entirely without fault of her own; in fact, let me emphasize that she was not without fault. After all, when she—the track-and-field club’s very own ace—came storming into the gym during basketball practice, it seemed like the start of a raid, and all of the basketball club members flinched. And she didn’t come alone. She brought along a large group of her followers, which was not limited to other track-and-field members and included students from not only the second- and third-year students, but there were even some first-year students mixed in. To an observer, it looked as if a feudal lord had descended upon the gymnasium along with his full retinue of retainers.
 
To put it another way, it’s like when Mitchi showed up in Slam Dunk.
 
She was smiling softly and had a gentle manner, but that only made her all the more intimidating, in part because her cronies had an unusual air about them.
 
“You’re Kanbaru-san, then? I’ve heard rumors that you’re quick on your feet—if it’s no bother, may I observe you?”
 
What is she, a noble lady?
 
That was what I wanted to say, but back then Senjougahara-senpai was like that—she was like a character taken straight from a shoujo novel.
 
It put a shiver down my spine to discover that this person really existed. And allow me to clarify that when I say “a shiver down my spine,” I don’t mean it in the good way—looking back on it now, it might be more accurate to say that I recoiled with shock.
 
I had an instinctive feeling that her request was strange.
 
And so was she.
 
To put it simply, that just about sums up my first impression of her—of course, Senjougahara-senpai was famous, so after I had enrolled in the school and even before I joined the basketball club, I had already heard her name a number of times.
 
She and Hanekawa-senpai were the two poster children for my school—to the point that we were told (by a teacher during the entrance ceremony) not to cross “those two” if we wanted to make it in the school (at the time I didn’t know which two the teacher was talking about, but, in retrospect, the warning was largely accurate).
 
However, as you know, I was a twelve-year-old who had, for various reasons, a rather extraordinary obsession with running fast—but because of those same reasons, I was unable to join the track and field club. Nevertheless, I took an interest in the ace of the track and field club, Senjougahara-senpai, and went to observe her running during that April, even though I had not become a trial member of the team.
 
I didn’t realize that it was possible for a person to run so beautifully.
 
It took my breath away.
 
My running form was not something that I had received coaching for—even now, I have not received any education in sprinting, so my running form is self-taught. Being self-taught is not a bad thing; it’s a perfectly acceptable running style, and I never had a complex about how I ran, but when I saw Senjougahara-senpai run on that day, the beauty of her form stood in stark contrast to the frantic flailing of my own form.
 
She displayed the final form of human running.
 
She was the idealized runner.
 
But I could not attempt to copy her—she was not like me, and I was not like her.
 
I was painfully aware of our differences.
 
I also remember thinking that the track uniforms were erotic, but that’s neither here nor there. I’d had no intention of joining the track club, as I said before, but after seeing her run, whatever lingering regrets I had were gone.
 
It blew me away.
 
To look at it another way, it was seeing Senjougahara-senpai run that day that made me into the basketball player that I am today—it was easy to forget what had caused me to become so passionately devoted to basketball, but I’ll save that discussion of “you never know what event will become a turning point in your life” for another time.
 
You could say that I’m not really a shy person, but when it came to Senjougahara-senpai, I made it my policy to actively avoid coming in contact with her, so for her to seek me out on her own was so surprising as to strike me dumb. Add in her whole “storybook princess” demeanor, and I turned into a stuttering, stumbling idiot—so, suffice to say, on the day that Senjougahara-senpai (and her retinue) observed my basketball practice, I was not exactly doing my best.
 
“May we speak, Kanbaru-san?”
 
After practice, Senjougahara-senpai approached me—and while I didn’t exactly feel enticed by her invitation, my heart skipped a beat regardless.
 
Looking at her up close, it was hard to believe that a girl with such mature features was only a year older than myself.
 
“You’re as fast as the rumors say—so how about it? Do you have any interest in transferring to the track club? Why not spend your youth in friendly competition with me?”
 
… She was an impressively bold headhunter. By the way, the basketball team captain (a third-year) was also there at the time as Senjougahara-senpai (a second-year) tried to steal me from the team, but the captain acted as if it were none of her business and didn’t interrupt.
 
Just what were you hoping to find by examining the ball that closely, captain?
 
You can turn it over as many times as you want; you’re not going to find a hole.
 
I was disappointed in the team captain, but setting that aside, I was happy to receive the invitation—no matter the situation or the way that it was said, I would always be happy to receive praise for the legs that I was so proud of. It made my heart dance to be acknowledged.
 
That simplicity still has not changed.
 
I’ve always been an idiot when it came to this.
 
That said, it still didn’t mean that I was so stupid as to blindly be scouted just because someone praised me. I’m an idiot who can think. So I politely, but firmly, declined her invitation while trying to hint that she had been a bit rude, but without being so blatant as to damage her reputation or be rude myself.
 
“Better luck next time.”
 
Huh?
 
What is this memory?
 
Who is this cheeky little brat? Oh, it’s me.
 
Was I at the age where I reacted to authority with petulance? Or was I afraid that if I didn’t reject her firmly, she would wear away my resolve and convince me to join the track club? Either way, maybe that wasn’t the exact phrasing that I used (I would like to think so), but, even if so, I still rejected Senjougahara-senpai in a rude way.
 
“Oh my. You’re quite spirited, aren’t you? I’m becoming even more interested in you.”
 
Senjougahara-senpai replied in a cool and composed tone (looking back on it now, I can’t help but think, “Who the hell are you?”), but the retinue of club members assembled behind her looked to be trying to use their eyes to stab me through.
 
Oh man, I’m so dead.
 
The crowd of cronies looked ready to get physical with me, but Senjougahara-senpai smiled and held a hand out to stop them without looking, then said, “It’s okay. I like nothing more than to tame cute girls like this.”
 
Seriously, who the hell are you?
 
Perhaps my imagination is adding to the memory a bit, so maybe my memory of middle school second-year Senjougahara-senpai isn’t perfectly accurate, but the big picture of us having a stressful, if brief, interview as our first contact is certainly true.
 
“Have a pleasant day.”
 
And with those parting words, Senjougahara-senpai left.
 
Even in the face of my unfavorable and downright rude response, she remained elegant. She carried on that noble air from start to finish, and while those events did hurt me, I thought that it was for the best.
 
Even if I had to be rude to do it, it would be better to firmly reject her than to reply so mildly that she continued to hold out hopes for me—of course, having rejected one of the famous girls of the school, I suspected that I may have set myself up to have a difficult life as a middle school girl, but, well, even if I had tried to stay in her good favor, I would likely have bungled that too.
 
Come if you’re going to come; I’ll take you on.
 
That was the stance that I mentally took, and I was not disappointed.
 
But the one who came to find me in the gym the next day was not one or more of Senjougahara-senpai’s retinue come to put me in my place, but instead it was Senjougahara-senpai herself—without anyone else, just herself.
 
“Hello everyone. We are blessed with lovely weather today, aren’t we? May I observe your practice once again?”
 
The older girls in the basketball club began to murmur to each other—it sounded different from the reaction from the previous day, and I later learned that it was because Senjougahara-senpai very rarely went anywhere unaccompanied.
 
She didn’t choose to have people follow her around, but instead, it was more that she was the kind of person that people naturally gravitated to and followed—which meant that the only way she could arrive in the gym without at least a small group of followers was for her to have told them to leave her alone.
 
Why?
 
I told her “better luck next time,” so did she actually think that she should try again and hopefully have better luck on the second attempt? And she decided that coming on her own might be the factor that would convince me?
 
Several of the basketball team members volunteered to make Senjougahara-senpai more comfortable, and so she sat off to the side in a comfortable chair, partaking in the snacks she had been provided while watching us practice with a smile. Or rather, she watched me practice. I couldn’t read anything from her body language.
 
I had been welcomed into the basketball club with a good bit of fanfare because of my speed, so it wasn’t as if I had never been observed while playing before, but there was something about being watched so intensely that made it difficult to play. On that day, I missed an unusually high percentage of shots and even made a lot of simple mistakes with dribbling—the only thing that kept me from outright failing was the speed of my legs. But seeing as Senjougahara-senpai was there to see how fast I could be, she must have been happy with the display.
 
“Kanbaru-san. Have you reconsidered your response to my invitation?”
 
“No, I’m not having second thoughts…”
 
I didn’t go so far as to say I hadn’t thought about it at all.
 
It was difficult to be rude to someone who showed up two days in a row to express interest in you.
 
“Hm. Then how about this? You and I shall have a 100-meter race, and if I win, then you will transfer into the track club. Don’t you think it’s a wonderful idea?”
 
“… So if you lose, then you’ll join the basketball team?”
 
“Eh?”
 
She tilted her head in confusion.
 
No, don’t you “Eh?” me.
 
There’s no way that you don’t understand.
 
“No, I will not be doing that.”
 
She firmly rejected the idea.
 
“But it would mean that I will no longer come to the gym every day without fail.”
 
“You intend to come every day…”
 
I told her no.
 
I’m pretty sure that I tried to be less rude than the day before.
 
“Oh.”
 
Senjougahara-senpai seemed genuinely surprised by the response.
 
“How strange. Was I wrong about you?”
 
“About what?”
 
“Someone like you would be unable to back down when presented with a challenge.”
 
“…”
 
That assumption of hers—was correct.
 
But, even if that were the case, I couldn’t allow myself to race against anyone. Of course, if I accepted the challenge and won, then the whole issue would be settled. But if I were to lose… I didn’t want to think about what would happen.
 
Also, there was the question of whether Senjougahara-senpai would actually back down if I won against her in the race—so it would be all risk with no reward.
 
“No thanks.”
 
She simply said that she understood.
 
I fell silent, and Senjougahara-senpai left—but before she departed the gym, she cleaned up the snack wrappers and put away the chair that she had used while observing our practice. She did seem to have had a good upbringing.
 
I was happy if she understood that she wouldn’t be able to convince me to join her club, but, thinking about it more, Senjougahara-senpai hadn’t said what it was that she understood. The true meaning of her words was a mystery.
 
And the next day, that mystery was solved.
 
For the third time, Senjougahara Hitagi arrived in the gymnasium during the basketball team’s practice. But unlike the first and second visits, she was not wearing her school uniform, nor was she wearing the erotic—that is to say, stylish—uniform of the track club, but she instead wore one of our own basketball uniforms.
 
Her back bore the number 4.
 
Well, actually, the number was also on the front of her jersey, so I don’t suppose I needed to specify that it was on her back. Anyway, the point is that the #4 jersey belonged to the captain.
 
I looked back to confirm and found that, sure enough, our team captain was in the back of the gym wearing her P.E. uniform and polishing a basketball. I just polished that one. Why are you polishing it again? Just how shiny do you want that ball to be? It’ll slip out of our hands if you give it any more polish than that.
 
Apparently our team captain rented out her uniform, what you might call the symbol that our team followed, to Senjougahara-senpai when she asked for it. You could say that this was the instant when all of our captain’s authority vanished.
 
Once this whole thing was settled, there would be a coup d'état.
 
“If you will not compete with me on the track, then I will come to your field and compete with this basketball. Does this work for you?”
 
“Uh… huh…?”
 
To be entirely honest, I was mostly just feeling uneasy at that point in time, and I definitely didn’t want to accept her challenge. I didn’t want to, but what choice did I have when she had shown up a third time to try and convince me to join the track club?
 
She did, technically, ask for the “captain’s” permission before doing this (it pains me that I had to put quotation marks around captain, but that reflects the sad state of affairs at the time), and so half of the gym’s court was reserved for myself and Senjougahara-senpai to have our competition.
 
Our showdown.
 
Bout. Duel.
 
What actually followed was not as dramatic as the words used to describe it might suggest. It wasn’t instantly resolved, and there was definitely some tension during the competition, but it’s a bit difficult to have much drama when the competition is just a free throw contest. Our “captain,” or, I guess I should say, our captain, insisted that we have a competition where there was no risk of us coming into physical contact with each other. I was a new member on the team, and while Senjougahara-senpai was a veteran athlete, she was not a basketball player. So, to be on the safe side, it was decided that we could not have a true 1-on-1 match on the off chance that either of us should get injured.
 
Whoever made ten baskets first would win.
 
There were no handicaps, and the competition proceeded in a simple and straightforward manner—we took turns taking our shots, and after thirty minutes, it was all over.
 
The final score was ten to nine.
 
It was a close match—which Senjougahara-senpai won.
 
We both missed a number of shots, but we remained neck-and-neck throughout, until, in the end, Senjougahara-senpai managed to get the final basket.
 
“It was a good competition.” Senjougahara spoke, brushing aside her long, elegant hair. “Kanbaru-san, it seems that you are more suited for the basketball court than the track—I hope that you will continue to give it your best.”
 
She turned on her heel and left the gym.
 
I had already been thinking of some way to avoid taking part in races (such as by focusing on long jump or high jump) and had resigned myself to having to join the track club, so when Senjougahara-senpai simply departed, I was left dumbfounded for a moment.
 
But it was only a moment.
 
I hurriedly chased after Senjougahara-senpai—and I full-out sprinted, so I quickly caught up to her elegant walk, and I grabbed her wrist.
 
Grabbing someone by the wrist is a forceful way to stop them. One might say that it’s wild and violent, which is to say, it’s very me. Senjougahara-senpai turned to look at me with obvious suspicion, and perhaps she was letting her real self show through because her gaze was sharp.
 
Under that sharp gaze, I asked, “Was this your goal from the start?”
 
It was almost more like an interrogation than a simple question, which was also very like me.
 
“You wanted to compete with me, beat me, and then drop me?”
 
“… What do you mean? For what reason would I do such a thing?”
 
Senjougahara-senpai asked back seriously without any hint of evasion.
 
“To protect me,” I replied.
 
The outline was simple enough—there was no mistake that the original reason that she had come to the gym was to scout me for the track team after hearing rumors about me.
 
And she would surely have anticipated that there was a chance that I would say no to her invitation.
 
But what she did not anticipate was the super strength of my refusal—that is, my more-than-necessary, full-on rejection. And I had rejected her so rudely in front of all of her followers.
 
Senjougahara-senpai managed to keep things peaceful at that time, but, as they say, bad news travels fast. A newly enrolled first-year who dared to bare her teeth at the elegant and skilled Senjougahara Hitagi would be a rumor that reached every ear in record time, and when it did… my school life would have a very bleak outlook.
 
I had planned—which is to say, foolishly assumed—to deal with that problem when the time came, but Senjougahara-senpai had a way to prevent it from happening in the first place.
 
She was able to rein in the people who followed her directly, but she had no way of anticipating what others might do upon hearing the rumor—people are good on their own, but there’s plenty of bad to be found in a group. That was why Senjougahara-senpai needed to get ahead of the rumors and put an end to the story—and in a way that would let her be in the winning position. But it wasn’t just about her winning—she needed to win in such a way that it would be a close battle so as not to tarnish the reputation of the first-year rising star of the basketball team.
 
And so we had a free-throw contest.
 
… Thinking about it more, it had been strange for the team captain to just go along with whatever Senjougahara-senpai said, but then also be the one to decide on the rules for the contest in the way that she did… In other words, by having us take turns to do our free throws, they would be able to control the scores, and the two of them must have arranged the entire circumstance of our contest from the start, back whenever Senjougahara-senpai had gone to ask to borrow the uniform (which means I was completely wrong about the captain).
 
If I had accepted her challenge on the second day—which would have been the best for Senjougahara-senpai—she could have controlled her speed so as to put on a show of it being a close race between the two of us.
 
She must have a lot of confidence to have been so sure that she could “barely win in a neck-and-neck competition” in not only running on the track but also a free throw competition. That she was able to pull it off so cleanly, however, meant that I could not fault her for that confidence.
 
By clearly and definitively beating me and then, just as clearly and definitively, acknowledging my ability in a public space—which is to say, giving me permission to continue playing basketball—she would knock down the perceived conflict and defuse the situation with her fans who might have wished me harm.
 
“… Supposing that I had been thinking along those lines…”
 
Senjougahara-senpai spoke now in a flat, sober voice that was entirely unlike how she had been talking up until that point.
 
“Wouldn’t you be throwing away my consideration by confronting me and voicing your thoughts to me? Are you not undoing what I’ve just done?”
 
She was trying to tell me that I should follow her lead and subtly accept what she did for me. I let go of her wrist.
 
And then I took hold of her hand instead.
 
I did so gently.
 
I copied Senjougahara-senpai’s mannerisms of softness and kindness—she no doubt thought that I was trying to have a friendly parting handshake to show that there were no hard feelings, but instead I did something that was completely unexpected and kissed the back of her hand.
 
“W… What?!”
 
She practically screamed the word with surprise, and I straightened.
 
“No, I don’t think so.” I declared. “Because I have decided to accept your kindness and go far beyond what is necessary to repay it—Senjougahara-senpai.”
 
From now on, I am your dog.
 
That’s what I told her.
 
Senjougahara Hitagi and Kanbaru Suruga. The pair that would go on to be called the Valhalla Duo began here.
 
“Are you an idiot?”
 
I still think that those words and the cold smile that came with them were probably Senjougahara-senpai’s genuine, impartial reaction to what I had said.
 
 
As usual, thank you spr-o-ckt for contributing to this commission.
A cute little story. I wish we could see more of those that actually feels important rather than yet another pun-filled discussion about a random topic.
See you next time for another story !